PRINCESS.
Justice is murdered ;
Oh slander not her corpse. For my son's fault,
A thousand innocents are doomed. Is that
Grod's justice?
PRIOR.
Yea, our liege is but his servant.
Did not He purge with fiery hail those twain
Blotches of festering sin, Gomorrah, Sodom ?
The Jews are never innocent, — when Christ
Agonized on the Cross, they cried — '^ His blood
Be on our children's heads and ours ! " I mark
A dangerous growing evil of these days,
Pity, misnamed — say, criminal indulgence
Of reprobates brow-branded by the Lord.
Shall we excel the Christ in charity ?
Because his law is love, we tutor him
In mercy and reward his murderers ?
Justice is blind and virtue is austere.
If the true passion brimmed our yearning hearts
The vision of the agony would loom
Fixed vividly between the day and us : —
Nailed on the gaunt black Cross the divine form.
Wax -white and dripping blood from ankles, wrists,
The sacred ichor that redeems the world,
And crowded in strange shadow of eclipse,
Reviling Jews, wagging their heads accursed,
